I'm Tired Of Being The Good Mom

It's Mother's Day and this is my confession:

I'm the one who makes the school lunches, cooks dinner every night, makes my daughter do her homework when all she wants to do is watch Tik-Tok videos, parents my son who just wants to play video games, parents my husband who just wants to play video games, etc., etc., etc. I do all this free domestic labor in addition to holding down a full-time job. I'm lucky if I get a half hour to myself at the end of the day to watch some Lifetime.

I was tired of being the good suburban mom. My son was sick but as a soccer mom I still showed up to drive his team-mates. My son's best friend Rodney was the last one in my van, because he lives closest to us.

I don't know what came over me, or him, that evening. Boys his age are normally curious about older women. I also have big breasts and try to stay fit despite my age. He was staring directly at my breasts. I let him look.

Neither of us spoke as I turned in the opposite direction of Rodney's house and drove toward an abandoned strip mall on the edge of town. The parking lot was empty. I lifted my top. Rodney had a look of shock mixed with total concentration.

I took his hand and moved it to my breast. He took my hand and moved it to his bulge. Three minutes later he was not a virgin any more and I was not a faithful wife anymore. I felt his semen leaking from my pussy as I climbed out of my van and walked in the front door. My husband, as usual, was oblivious and didn't look up from his video game.

Rodney and I soon installed a messaging app do we could communicate. I started taking an evening jog, but really it was so I could meet him at the park in our neighborhood.

He improved a lot as a lover. Once he learned how to make a woman cum, he did it every time. It felt much better with him than it ever had with my husband, even when my husband had been young.

Rodney told me one night that we should stop because he didn't want to get me pregnant. I already was, and I was 99% sure it was his, not my husband's. I reassured him that "if" it happened I would say it was my husband's.

Young people are so earnest. He went no-contact for a week. But then he messaged me. He said he missed me and hadn't been able to stop thinking about me.

That night he fucked me on a picnic table, just as before. I told him the news. He said he was happy and he loved me. He fucked me three times, that's how turned on he was, knowing he had created new life.

That was two years ago. Now I have a baby son to love. And I still have Rodney.

He graduates in a few months and will have an athletic scholarship. I am looking at apartments in the city where he'll attend university. Yes, I am considering leaving my clueless husband, lazy older son, and gossipy daughter.

I know it's ridiculous. Rodney will tire of me soon enough. But I want to experience our relationship fully, while it lasts. For the first time in my adult life, I am thinking about what I want. I am done playing the role of the good mom.